Yes, those are python patches on my knees. This gives me a great roller blade gear idea but let me flesh it out. Last week Vogue and Coach held an event at the 57th Street store whereby I sandwiched myself among the two brands and formally dubbed myself co-host. Shopping events like this one always equal big fat ball of fun, if only because of the two girls that stand alongside my alias and self in the photo above. Glad someone took that turband tutorial seriously. And in other news that rocks: Zara takes one for the team, ignores the fact that it will indubitably get sued for sartorial plagiarism and voila, produces Celine’s most coveted pre-Spring blazer. See bowler hat lady at left. And Emily down south. But back to the event, while I can appreciate and enjoy Coach’s effort to re-brand its ladies department and bring the simplicity of seventies chic back in a resurgence of the Coach Classics, the real wins here hail from the mens side. Leather bound notebooks make great gifts for the writers in your lives, green structured briefcases are the new totes and leather portfolios double as the most sensible run for Celine’s version. And when I say that, I see in my head the notorious street style savvy clutches that were alongside every important wrist last fashion week. You with me? Maybe it’s just not Phoebe’s day. Maybe I’m jumping the gun.